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The rain in Milan never felt gentle. It always came like a warning—cold, sharp, and endless—washing the streets but never cleaning the sins beneath them.

Rosey Belladona hated rainy nights.

She pulled her hoodie tighter as she stepped out of Chiaroscuro Cafe, her part-time job that paid just enough to survive. The café looked normal to outsiders—warm lights, quiet music, expensive coffee.

But Rosey knew better.

This place was not just a café.

It was a meeting ground for people who smiled while holding knives behind their backs.

“Rosey, close up the back door properly tonight,” her manager called.

“Yeah, yeah,” she replied lazily, waving a hand without even looking back.

She had bigger things to think about—like how she was going to beat Lorenzo in tomorrow’s fight at school.

Or how Bianca Valerio would probably start another rumor.

Or how Matteo Alessio Moretti would once again act like he didn’t notice her… even though everyone else did.

Rosey Belladona was not normal.

A student by day.

A gangster leader by night.

And someone who refused to bow to anyone.

---

Elsewhere…

A black car stopped silently across the street.

Inside, a man watched the café.

Vincenzo De Luca.

His eyes were dark, unreadable. A man who didn’t need to raise his voice to make people obey. The leader of La Mano—the most feared mafia in Italy.

Next to him, Marco spoke carefully.

“Corvi members are meeting inside. Don Ricardo’s people are getting louder again.”

Vincenzo didn’t respond immediately. His gaze stayed fixed on the café entrance.

Then, coldly—

“Keep watch.”

That was all.

But something in his expression changed slightly.

Not fear.

Not anger.

Something… distracted.

---

Inside Chiaroscuro Café

Rosey went to the back storage room, humming softly.

That’s when she heard it.

Voices.

Not normal customers.

Low, serious, dangerous voices.

She frowned.

“Seriously? Again?” she whispered.

Curious—and slightly annoyed—she pushed the door open just a little.

And froze.

Inside the dim room… men in black suits stood around a man kneeling on the floor.

Blood on the tiles.

A gun raised.

And then—

A voice.

Calm. Deep. Final.

“You betrayed La Mano.”

Rosey’s breath caught.

She didn’t see the shooter clearly at first.

Only the silhouette.

Tall. Controlled. Dangerous.

Then the trigger clicked.

BANG.

Silence.

The kneeling man fell.

Rosey’s hand slipped on the door.

It creaked.

Too loud.

Every head turned.

And then she saw him fully.

Vincenzo De Luca.

Their eyes met.

Time stopped.

Rosey didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t even blink.

She had seen death before.

But never like this.

Never from someone who looked at her like she was already dead.

---

“You saw it.”

Vincenzo walked slowly toward her.

Each step felt heavier than the last.

Rosey forced herself not to step back.

“I didn’t see anything,” she said immediately.

A lie.

Bad one.

Vincenzo stopped right in front of her.

His eyes scanned her face like he was memorizing a future corpse.

Then he tilted his head slightly.

“Liar.”

Rosey swallowed.

For the first time in her life… she felt something close to fear.

But she refused to show it.

“Look, I was just—wrong place, wrong time. I’ll forget everything. I don’t even care what you were doing.”

Silence.

One of the men behind him raised a gun.

Rosey noticed.

So did Vincenzo.

He lifted a hand.

“Put it down.”

Instant obedience.

That alone told Rosey everything.

This man didn’t ask.

He controlled.

Vincenzo studied her again.

Then said something that changed her life forever.

“You’re coming with me.”

---

“What?”

Rosey almost laughed.

“You’re crazy. I’m not going anywhere with—”

She didn’t finish.

Because two men grabbed her arms instantly.

Fast.

Professional.

Cold.

“Hey—! Let go of me!” she struggled.

Her instincts kicked in.

She kicked one of them hard in the knee.

He grunted.

But before she could run—

A hand grabbed her wrist.

Vincenzo.

Close.

Too close.

His voice dropped lower.

“You saw something you shouldn’t have.”

Rosey glared at him.

“And? I already said I won’t tell anyone!”

“That doesn’t matter.”

His grip tightened slightly.

Not painful.

But final.

“Dead witnesses don’t talk.”

Her heart dropped.

But she still smiled.

A dangerous smile.

“So kill me then.”

For the first time—

Something flickered in Vincenzo’s eyes.

Interest.

Not pity.

Not mercy.

Interest.

---

A Name That Changes Everything

A phone rang.

Vincenzo answered without looking away from her.

A short conversation.

Cold.

Controlled.

Then silence.

He hung up.

And looked at her again.

This time… differently.

“Don’t kill her,” he said.

The men froze.

Even Rosey blinked.

Vincenzo’s voice stayed calm.

“Bring her to the estate.”

Rosey frowned.

“Estate? Excuse me—what estate?!”

But she was already being pulled away.

She struggled hard, but it was useless.

As she was dragged out of the café, she shouted:

“HEY! I DIDN’T AGREE TO ANYTHING!”

Vincenzo followed behind slowly.

Unbothered.

Unshaken.

But as he passed her, he said something only she could hear:

“This isn’t a choice.”

Then he paused.

“…it’s an agreement.”

Rosey stopped struggling for half a second.

“Agreement?”

Vincenzo’s eyes darkened.

“Between your grandmother… and my grandfather.”

Rosey’s world tilted.

“What… are you talking about?”

But the car door was already opening.

The rain fell harder.

And the night swallowed her whole.

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END OF EPISODE 1

Rosey Belladona had survived many things.

Fights. Gangs. Betrayals.

But nothing prepared her for this:

Being taken… by the most dangerous man in Italy.

Vincenzo De Luca.

And a marriage she never agreed to.

---

The car didn’t feel like a vehicle.

It felt like a sentence.

Rosey sat in the backseat, wrists still burning where Vincenzo’s men had grabbed her. Outside the window, Milan disappeared into endless darkness and rain, swallowed by winding roads she didn’t recognize.

She didn’t speak.

Not because she was scared.

Because she was calculating.

Two guards in front. One driver. Possibly armed. Exit chances: low.

Rosey leaned her head back and exhaled slowly.

“Where are you taking me?” she finally asked.

No answer.

The driver didn’t even glance at her.

From the front seat, Marco’s voice came coldly.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Rosey scoffed.

“Wow. So mysterious. Are you all trained to be annoying, or is it natural talent?”

Silence.

That annoyed her more than anything.

---

Vincenzo

He was sitting beside her.

Quiet.

Still.

Like a storm that hadn’t decided when to fall.

Rosey finally turned her head.

“Are you always this dramatic? Kidnapping people, silence, scary faces… what’s next? A villain speech?”

Vincenzo didn’t look at her.

“You talk too much.”

Rosey smiled.

“And you don’t talk enough. That’s usually a compensation issue.”

A pause.

Marco almost choked in the front seat.

Vincenzo’s eyes slowly shifted to her.

Cold.

Sharp.

Dangerous.

But Rosey didn’t look away.

She never did.

---

The Estate of La Mano

Hours later, the car stopped.

Massive gates opened.

Rosey stepped out—and froze.

In front of her stood a mansion.

Not just a house.

A fortress disguised as luxury.

Black marble. Iron gates. Armed guards at every corner. Lights glowing like a kingdom built on blood.

Rosey whispered.

“…this is insane.”

Vincenzo walked past her.

“Welcome home.”

She turned sharply.

“I don’t live here.”

“You do now.”

“Excuse me?”

But he was already walking inside.

Like her opinion didn’t exist.

That irritated her more than the kidnapping.

---

Inside the Beast

The mansion was too quiet.

Too clean.

Too dangerous.

Rosey walked behind Vincenzo, eyes scanning every exit, every guard, every shadow.

“Okay,” she muttered. “So this is where criminals spend their tax money.”

A servant passed by quickly, bowing nervously.

“Boss Vincenzo.”

Rosey leaned closer to Marco.

“Why does everyone here act like they’re one wrong word away from dying?”

Marco didn’t answer.

That told her everything.

---

The Truth Drops

They entered a large room.

A long table.

Old photographs.

Documents.

And at the center—an envelope.

Vincenzo finally turned to her.

“Sit.”

“I’m not your dog.”

A pause.

He stared at her.

Then calmly said:

“You’re my wife.”

Silence.

Rosey blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then laughed.

A real laugh.

“Sorry—what?”

Vincenzo didn’t react.

He opened the envelope.

Inside: an old contract.

Two signatures.

Don Alessandro De Luca.

Maria Belladona.

Rosey stopped laughing.

Slowly.

Her expression changed.

“…Grandma?”

Vincenzo watched her carefully.

“There was an agreement,” he said. “Before you were born. Before this war started growing.”

Rosey’s voice dropped.

“You’re joking.”

“I don’t joke.”

That was the problem.

He wasn’t joking.

---

Georgina Serenella Appears

Before Rosey could respond, the doors slammed open.

Heels echoed.

Slow. Confident.

A voice followed.

“Well… this is new.”

A woman stepped in.

Elegant. Beautiful. Dangerous.

Georgina Serenella.

She looked at Rosey like she was trash on expensive floors.

Then smiled at Vincenzo.

“You didn’t tell me you were collecting stray girls now.”

Rosey narrowed her eyes.

“And you are…?”

Georgina tilted her head.

“I’m his fiancée.”

Silence hit the room.

Rosey slowly turned to Vincenzo.

“…fiancée?”

Vincenzo didn’t answer.

That silence hurt more than words.

Georgina walked closer, circling Rosey like a predator.

“She looks small,” Georgina said softly. “Are you sure she survived the ride here?”

Rosey smiled sweetly.

“Oh, I survived fine. Question is—will you?”

The air shifted.

Tension snapped instantly.

Georgina’s smile twitched.

Vincenzo’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Marco stepped forward, quietly tense.

But Rosey didn’t move.

She never backed down first.

---

A War Begins Without Guns

Georgina leaned closer to Vincenzo.

“She means nothing to you, right?”

Vincenzo didn’t respond immediately.

That delay… was enough.

Rosey noticed it.

So did Georgina.

Georgina smiled wider.

“Oh… interesting.”

Rosey crossed her arms.

“Wow. This is awkward. Should I leave you two to your toxic relationship, or—?”

Vincenzo finally spoke.

“Enough.”

One word.

Everything stopped.

Even Georgina.

He turned slightly toward Rosey.

“You will stay here.”

Rosey glared.

“I will NOT.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

That word again.

Choice.

Rosey stepped closer to him.

“I always have a choice.”

For a moment—

Something passed between them.

Not love.

Not hate.

Something worse.

Understanding.

---

The Twist of Fate

Vincenzo leaned in slightly.

Low voice.

“Then choose carefully, Rosey Belladona.”

Her name from his mouth felt heavier than it should.

Georgina watched them silently.

Her smile slowly disappeared.

And in that moment—

She understood something terrifying.

Rosey wasn’t just a witness.

She wasn’t just a contract.

She was a threat.

---

END OF EPISODE 2

A forced marriage.

A jealous fiancée.

A mafia empire built on lies.

And a girl who refuses to kneel.

Rosey Belladona has officially entered the world of La Mano.

And nothing will ever be the same again.

The mansion was silent at night.

Not peaceful silent.

Dangerous silent.

Rosey stood in the middle of a massive bedroom that felt more like a prison disguised as luxury. Black curtains. Cold marble floor. A bed bigger than her entire old house.

She crossed her arms.

“…So this is kidnapping with interior design,” she muttered.

No answer.

Of course.

---

Locked In

Rosey walked to the door.

Locked.

She tried again.

Still locked.

Then she kicked it.

“HEY! I’m not staying here like some decoration!”

From outside, a calm voice responded.

“No one is allowed to leave.”

Rosey leaned closer to the door.

“Yeah? Watch me.”

She started scanning the room.

Window. Too high.

Furniture. Heavy but movable.

Security cameras. Two.

She smiled slightly.

“Alright then…”

---

Rosey vs The Mansion

She dragged a chair under the window.

Climbed.

Looked down.

“…Okay, that’s a lot higher than I expected.”

Still, she didn’t hesitate.

She pushed the window open.

Cold air hit her face.

Freedom.

She smirked.

“Sorry Vincenzo, but I don’t do cages.”

And jumped.

---

Outside…

THUD.

Rosey landed hard on the ground.

“…Ow.”

She stood up quickly, rubbing her arm.

Then—

“Going somewhere?”

A voice.

Behind her.

Rosey froze.

Slowly turned.

Vincenzo.

Standing there.

Calm.

Unbothered.

Like he expected this.

Rosey clicked her tongue.

“Do you always stalk kidnapped people?”

“I don’t need to stalk,” he said. “You’re predictable.”

That annoyed her more than it should have.

---

The Chase of Pride

Rosey ran.

Fast.

Across the garden, past the gates, toward the road.

But before she could reach it—

A car blocked her path.

Marco stepped out.

“…Boss said you’d try this.”

Rosey groaned.

“Oh my God, do you people have no hobbies?!”

She turned again.

And stopped.

Vincenzo was already behind her.

Cornered.

Not touching her.

Just there.

Enough.

---

A Different Kind of Danger

Rosey glared at him.

“I’m not staying.”

Vincenzo stepped closer.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t belong here.”

A pause.

For the first time… Vincenzo didn’t respond immediately.

Rosey noticed.

She always noticed everything.

Then he said quietly:

“You already do.”

Something in his voice wasn’t cold this time.

It was certain.

That made it worse.

---

Georgina’s Shadow

A slow clap echoed from the balcony above.

“Wow.”

Georgina Serenella stood there, watching.

Elegant as always. Smiling as always.

But her eyes… were sharp.

“I didn’t know you liked running around after stray girls, Vincenzo.”

Rosey rolled her eyes.

“Oh great. The Barbie Mafia arrived.”

Georgina ignored her.

She looked at Vincenzo.

“You really brought her here… because of a contract?”

Silence.

That silence again.

Georgina’s smile twitched.

“Interesting.”

She turned and left.

But her expression had changed.

Something had shifted.

Something darker.

---

The Warning

Vincenzo grabbed Rosey’s wrist.

Not hard.

But final.

“You will not escape again.”

Rosey looked at his hand.

Then at him.

“Or what?”

A pause.

His voice dropped slightly.

“Or you’ll learn why no one leaves La Mano alive.”

Rosey should’ve been scared.

Most people would’ve been.

But instead—

She smiled.

Small.

Defiant.

“Then I guess I’ll have to stay interesting.”

For a moment—

Vincenzo didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Just looked at her.

Like she was a problem he didn’t want to solve too quickly.

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END OF EPISODE 3

Rosey Belladona tried to escape La Mano on her first night.

She failed.

But something worse happened.

Vincenzo noticed her more than before.

And Georgina… started watching her like a target.